Then Bildad the Shuhite answered and said,

Dominion and dread are with Him;
He makes peace in His high places.

Is there any number to His armies?
And upon whom does His light not arise?

How then can a man be righteous with God?
And how can one born of a woman be pure?

Indeed, even the moon has no brightness,
And the stars are not pure in His eyes.

How much less a man, a maggot;
And the son of man, a worm!

Then Job answered and said,

How you have helped him who is without power!
How you have saved the arm of him who is without strength!

How you have counseled him who is without wisdom
And have plentifully declared sound knowledge!

To whom have you uttered words?
And whose  ¹spirit has come forth from you?

The deceased are made to tremble
Beneath the waters, and those who inhabit them.

 ¹Sheol is naked before Him,
And  ²Abaddon has no covering.

He stretches out the north over the void;
He hangs the earth upon  ¹nothing.

He binds up the waters in His thick clouds,
And the cloud is not rent under them.

He covers the face of His throne;
He spreads His cloud over it.

He drew a circle on the surface of the waters
As a boundary of the light and the darkness.

The pillars of heaven shook
And were astounded at His rebuke.

By His power He stilled the sea,
And by His understanding He struck down  ¹Rahab.

By His  ¹Spirit the heavens became beauty;
His hand pierced the fleeing serpent.

Indeed, these are but the fringes of His ways;
And how small a whisper do we hear of Him!
But as for the thundering of His mightiness, who can comprehend it?

Then Job again took up his discourse and said,

As God lives, who has taken away my right,
And the Almighty, who has embittered my soul,

As long as my breath is in me
And the spirit of God is in my nostrils,

Surely my lips will not speak anything wrong,
Nor will my tongue utter deceit.

Far be it from me to declare you righteous!
Until I die, I will not put away my integrity from me.

To my righteousness I will hold fast, I will not let it go;
My heart does not reproach me for any of my days.

May my enemy be like a wicked man,
And may he who rises up against me be like someone unjust.

For what is the hope of the profane man when God cuts him off,
When He takes away his soul?

Will God hear his cry
When distress comes upon him?

Does he take delight in the Almighty?
Will he call upon God at all times?

I will teach you about the hand of God;
What is with the Almighty I will not conceal.

Indeed, all of you have seen it yourselves;
And why then have you become altogether vain?

This is the portion with God for a wicked man,
And the inheritance that oppressors receive from the Almighty:

If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword;
And his offspring will not be satisfied with bread;

Those who remain of him will be buried in death,
And his widows will not lament.

Though he heaps up silver like dust
And prepares garments like clay,

He may prepare them, but the righteous will wear them;
And the innocent will divide the silver.

He builds his house as a moth does
And like a hut that a watchman makes.

He lies down rich but  ¹will be rich no more;
He opens his eyes, and he is not.

Terrors overtake him like waters;
At night a whirlwind steals him away.

The east wind carries him off, and he goes;
And it sweeps him out of his place.

And God hurls at him and does not spare;
He hastily flees from His hand.

Men clap their hands at him
And hiss him out of his place.